Tommy
Light fell through a crack in the familiar blood-red curtains and it so happened to trail straight over my face, making a protesting moan travel up my throat, the half-growl seemingly coming from deep within me.
Unwillingly, and with an fucking painfully throbbing head, I pushed myself up, my hair hanging in front of one eye. I knew, though didn't yet saw, that I was lying on Lisa's couch. Thank the lord it wasn't Longineu's flashy condo. That would've killed my pounding head, or at least royally fucked it up.
Lisa's house was decorated with a little more class, soft cream colours with black mixed to spice it up. It was almost soothing, looking at the calm colours.
Right now, I fucking adored Lisa's place
There was no question over why my head felt like red-hot iron, the gorgeous black-haired man had fed me drink after drink yesterday.
Adam. I smiled at the thought of the smirk that had shone through his reserved mask yesterday. His eyes looking down at me, making me promise I'd return. There was just something about him that made my insides tingle.
Seriously Tommy? Makes your insides tingle? Shit, this guy had messed with his head. How long has it been until you found out you were actually inside the fucking closet?
I sighed, one by one setting my bare feet on the wooden floor, wondering where Longineu and Monte had crashed. The floor felt cold. Someone, had it been me? had thrown my boots on the other side of the couch. Yeah, definitely me.
Eventually, I made my way towards the curtains and neatly closed them. Staring at the fabric for a minute, clearing my head and flicking my messy hair out of my frowning face. Damned alcohol.
I really wanted to go back to the delicious looking couch, but something told me I wasn't the worst. Call it gut instinct, but what was left of my hazed memory told me Monte had looked pretty damn squint when he had drooled over the 2nd level passes. The most worrying thing though, was that I had no clue whether it had been the alcohol or that delicious smile that had hazed my sight in the first place.
I slumped out of the room, soon to find out I was one-hundred percent right, finding Monte crashed halfway up the fucking stairs. Longineu, of course ending up sober, because he was the driver, most likely in the guest-room. No need to worry about him, nor Lisa, who could find her own queen sized bed even in the worst ooze.
I sighed and ticked the shell of Monte's ear, something I had learned always woke him up, even from alcohol inflicted sleep. Seriously he had a steady woman in his life.
"Get the fuck away from me, Thommzy." Said bonded man groaned, his normally neat hair all over the place and his eyes still shut tightly.
"Not gonna happen. You're sure as hell going to feel that today and I know you'll be blaming me if I don't help you right now." I answered, dragging him up by his armpits. (yeah, I was small, not weak, thank you very much) Leading the guitarist down the stairs and towards the couch, where I dropped him. Making him groan in protest, but having a damn hangover myself, I wasn't about to care that much, he should be thankful I was helping him at all.
I walked to the kitchen, a little bit more awake and finding my way easily, now that my eyes were used to the darkness again. Searching in the cupboards for a bucket or anything related (though I doubted Lisa would like someone to puke in her salad-bowl) The dim lights in the kitchen doing wonders for my headache. Loving Lisa's kitchen.
Eventually, I settled on what looked like a plastic bowl for emergency 'the dishwasher broke down on me' situations.
I dropped it next to Monte's already dozing head on the couch. I sighed, seeing him laying in my sacred place. Though I gladly gave him my spot, which was actually my usual place to regain some of humanity after a night out. I grow attached. Sue me.
I stretched, trying to flex some of the stiffness out of my system. But the feeling of damned butterflies in my stomach didn't disappear. It felt like I was glowing. Or at least, an afterglow of having glowed.
And I knew exactly why.
Adam.
The image of him, the feeling of him touching me, it still flowed through me. Like he had infected me with something, like he was a drug coursing through my body. Like a disease spreading through my veins. And god, did I want it. Yes, Tommy, let's reflect.
I sighed. I wasn't sure it was healthy, I didn't knew why I wanted it. Like I didn't know why I fled last night, since I knew very well where I'd have woken up if I hadn't. Not on Lisa's black leather couch, but very likely in his bed.
My stomach tightened at the thought, the want I had experienced last night flooding through me once again. Making me glow. Heating up not only my cheeks, but basically all exposed skin. Which was a hell of a lot, since I was still wearing last night's outfit. I felt like I had a fever and a bad one at that.
And I couldn't even think of the fact that I was going back tonight. That was just too much. My brain just shot down at that. And frankly, I couldn't really blame it.
Adam.
Lisa woke up about 2 hours after me, having, as always, magically recovered from the previous night and looking absolutely great. Sigh. I still wondered how she accomplished that, given the fact I probably still looked like… well, like shit.
"You look great, Tommy." Came her smooth reply when I told her. Laughingly messing up my hair even more and brushing some smudged liner from my cheek, while I sarcastically eyed her.
"Monte still out?" She had questioned.
"Yeah, pretty damn beat. And I thought I was drunk last night. Just from the drinks Ad.. He fed me and…" I stopped mid-sentence, blushing slightly as Lisa eyed me with renewed interest. Goddamn me and my pale skin.
"Good, now that he's out. We need to talk." Said Lisa. That was that.
We ended up outside her favourite star-bucks. Using the caffeine to get the last amounts of alcohol out of our blood. It was sunny and bright out, just like the light breaking through the curtains this morning had been. Everyone looked normal, more normal then usual. Maybe since I felt so amazing and glowing myself. It made sense, kind of.
"Okay honey, what happened last night?" Lisa asked, putting her cappuccino down. Her eyes were focussed at my face. Obviously trying to burn the answer from my 'cute, two-coloured-head' as she so affectionally called it.
We were seated on a table in the middle of the sun, each on one side of the table.
I knew I couldn't talk myself out of this one, quick tongue or not, Lisa knew me well enough for that, so I eventually answered.
"I don't really know." It was the truth, though I wasn't able to look into her probably piercing eyes. Knowing they would be sceptical. It had been quite the out of body experience, no matter how wonderful and arousing it had been. I wanted it again and at the same time, I was dead terrified. "I really don't."
"You're not going to tell me you just ran into Adam fucking Lambert, swept him off his feet one way or another and got yourself exclusive 2nd level passes I spend weeks on trying to get, just like that?"
I opened my mouth, not sure what to say. It wasn't as simple as that. Because I had certainly not swept him off his feet. More the other way around. Terrifying. But at the same time, so good and those hands.
Stop it Tommy. Don't get distracted by those fucking hands.
"yeah, kind of…" It was a lame answer, I finally settled on, I knew that. But I finally looked up. Lisa was now openly sarcastic.
"Or not… I don't know, Lisa. It was kind of confusing, you know." I said, annoyed and kind of glowed down. "He was just there, he was goddamned gorgeous, kept giving me drinks. I think I now get why he got them free, he's the fucking owner, isn't he?" I rambled. "Don't answer that."
"So he liked you." Lisa concluded. She had always been one to clarify my own thoughts for me.
"Yeah, I guess so." I stared at my cup, a normal cup of coffee, not in for the fancy stuff today. I'd keep that for tonight…
What was I saying? I hardly even knew this guy! How in the name of all I didn't believe in had he accomplished me already addicted to him.
"He was nice and touchy and he made me feel very, very… Something." I exclaimed. Now or never, right? "I don't know what happened, I am sure I don't want to. He just gave me the passes and made me promise to come back. He just did something adamazing!"
Lisa giggled, swinging her hair out of her face. Me mimicking her gesture and we stared at each other for a few seconds, before we burst out laughing.
"God, I feel like a fucking idiot." I giggled. Holding my sides. Making another giggle fit erupt from our mouths. Maybe it was because the glowing, but I certainly enjoyed laughing it off.
Eventually, and of course, Lisa got it together and reassured me. "Don't worry, I know what a personality Lambert has. He's intoxicating, isn't he…? You're lucky you got him, actually, he isn't known to ask people to come back. I'm a little surprised. He must've really liked you."
I sighed. I hadn't even got him. Why, I had no idea and was feeling pretty stupid about it. "I guess I am."
"Be careful though, Tommyjoe." Lisa said my name as one word, prying the fingers of my unconsciously clenched fist open and squeezing it lightly. "He's Adam Lambert. He screws with people. Not just with your pretty head. It's weird for him to do this. I don't know why and I am sure I don't want to know just as much as you do. Just be careful. He's… Dangerous."
I eyed the woman in front of me cautiously and with non-hidden surprisement.
Lisa sighed. "How do I explain this." Yeah, Lisa, explain. How could that beautiful, seriously Tommy, Beautiful? Man be dangerous? "He's Glam's owner, one of the most glamorous persons I have ever met. Or seen, anyway. He's sexy and charming, but he doesn't do relationships, or anything that involves getting into something longer then a day and a night. His record of holding interest for someone, as far as I know, is two days. One night stands, amusement for the night. That's usually it for him. It's not like he doesn't care. He loves the club and the people that go to it, he'd move mountains to get us to be happy and relieve our stress, but he just.. I think he looses his interest for things. Or he doesn't want to hold interest for things. Something happened, that's for sure. I don't know what moved that beast in himto move aside and to invite you back again after his nights amusement. But I'm just asking, Tommy, be careful. He's rough."
The look in her eyes was nothing more then honest, caring. But I just sighed, what a load of crap. Not what she said, hell no, I savoured every little detail I could come to know about Adam. But as it seemed, he was a load of crap I got myself into.
"It's just. I didn't do anything. I walked away, I don't really gave him his precious entertainment." I flicked away a pad between the tips of my polished, but calloused fingers, almost angrily. Was that all he had wanted, his entertainment? And when he couldn't get it…
Lisa suddenly eyed me with more caution then she had all day. "Tommy, swear to me. Swear you'll be careful."
Suddenly, the glowing flared up, heating my insides and my very soul, so it seemed. I felt almost offended.
"He isn't that bad, Lisa. Cut him some slack, wouldn't you want some entertainment when you're constantly busy running the whole fucking awesome club?" I stood up, knocking my chair over and not giving a damn. Cut the crap Lisa. Just let me enjoy for once. I wanted this, it's not like I planned on a long-life relationship.
With that, I walked way, feeling her eyes in my back. Knowing she'd eventually call and apologise and we'd enter that apparently doomed, yet crazily wanted 2nd floor together.
I just hoped I was ready for that.
Lisa PoV
He was a prey. Adam Lambert's new object of desire. He better be careful.
Adam PovBlack nail polish contrasted with the white papers I was ruffling through, reading some lines here and there, scanning the numbers and trying to preferably work through them before noon, but I couldn't concentrate.
The numbers didn't really say much, I couldn't read the lines, my mind was set on something else… golden locks and nervous eyes, that is.
I sighed, leaning backwards in my chair and rubbing the soothing leather of my gloves over my face, sighing. I needed to stop obsessing over my desired objects, the disappointment when they became boring would only be bigger.
I had told myself that all freaking day and was it helping? Of course not!
Angrily, I shoved the papers off my desk. I'd show him. That fucking beautiful boy that had dared to strut into my club. I'd screw him into oblivion, as a punishment for walking off on me like that. Swaying with his ass in that obviously uncomfortable corset. I thanked whoever had forced him into that –though I doubted that was the man with the dreads– and prayed that person would do it again.
I was still trying to wrap my head around the fact that he had just walked away like that. Nobody walked away. Ever.
And he had been heavily alcohol driven with that. I had swept dozens of sober people off their feet. And just like that, snap, I'd lost that beautiful face to the crowd.
Thank god for my instincts and asking him to the second floor, counting on the fact his companion, the person who'd put him in the corset, would love that and drag him along.
Well, at least I hadn't pulled him back in, because he sure as hell had been intoxicated and would've submitted, but I cared. I wanted him to have fun too.
I was there for entertainment after all.
I smirked, finally standing up. I had no doubt in my mind I would lay my hands upon the pale skin tonight and show him what passion was all about.
Snap out of it Adam, you have things to do. The annoying, fun-breaking voice in the back of my head snapped.
I sighed, walking around my desk to scrape the papers from the floor. Putting them into my black book-case. I couldn't concentrate and I was running ahead on paper-work anyway.
Once again, thank god for me being a perfectionist, a neat one for that. Intense even with fucking paper-work.
I looked around the apartment, laying in at the back of club Glam, attached to it by the hidden staircase. –Yeah, I liked to feel like a vampire, hidden staircases and all– It was still dark, since I hadn't yet opened the pitch black and shimmering curtains. Thus covering everything in a blanket of semi-darkness. The dark-reds, night-blues and glittering surfaces all looked black, only the real white, like the door to the bedroom and attached bathroom and the love-seat, lighting up in the dark.
(A/n think WWFM-video apartment, only with those colours and more cosy :)
I walked over to the windows, pulling the curtains open and closing my eyes against the sudden light. When I re-opened them, I was looking over a the city –Club Glam was a large building–
It was late-afternoon and the city was busy with everyone doing their Saturday things. Knowing they'd be coming to his club tonight, he had everything for tonight, from the lights setting to the direction the music would take tonight, already planned.
He just hated he couldn't plan his time with the half-long, half-short haired man. Because he had no idea how the boy would react.
Normally, he was pretty good at figuring people out and usually, he got their emotions pretty right.
He had observed Tommy for a large part of their short time. He had went from skilfully dancing in the middle of the dance floor, having fun with every girl and boy around him, to slightly awkward on the side of said dance floor, to cosily talking with Adam and then dancing like he hadn't seen anyone dance in a long while, to.. had it been scared? And walking away from Adam.
Tommy had been so evidently there in Adam's eyes and still, his emotions were completely untouchable. The smaller man slipped past his fingers every time again when he had tried to figure him out. Darting just out of the reach of his polished fingertips.
Frustrating, but god, did Adam love it. It was rare that he was surprised. Since people overall reacted quite the same way to his touches and loving words. Tommy hadn't and it intrigued Adam.
The only other persons that had ever caught his attention like that were Allison, Kris, Cheeks and…
Adam shook his head, feeling the pained grimace pass over his face until he got it together and sealed the scar closed again. He couldn't even think his name.
Distract yourself. He ordered. But it didn't work. Drake's face was suddenly burned on the inside of his closed eyes.
Adam whimpered, feeling the sting still, of last nights words. Of all the words. Of all the acts. Everything he had done, everything Drake had done. It stung, so badly.
No one was around to see him fall, so he couldn't fall back on his instinct of protection and cover himself.
"Help me." The words slipped through his lips and surprised even Adam himself. He had never actually worded his feelings. But somehow, all of his emotions seemed so strong.
When the words he had whimpered sunk in and he realised what he had said, the pain of the stung was suddenly gone, as before him danced the slim figure with blonde hair, vaguely and out of his reach, but it seemed to soothe all the pain.
Fuck, what was up with that?
I honestly apologise for the use of Drake as the bad-guy. Nothing against him, but I needed someone and I am against using OC's unless absolutely needed. Thank you all for reading and reviewing and giving me all sorts of awesome feedback. I think I am starting to like this fandom. Longer-lived love affaire in my direct future? who knows..
see all you lovelies next update..